The wind rises between the ever-clouded mountains of Scotland. Blowing westward, over gravel hills, over cedar forests, with a biting cold, through the dark and chaotic jungles of the Forbidden Forest.

As the wind crossed some invisible line, it rushed across the icy black lake, and the icy dew rolled up Hoffa's black cloak, and then rolled over his brown wizard's leggings, blowing the cloak flying behind him.

Despite the Nightmares' suggestion to put it on hold once again, he returned to Hogwarts over the mountain, unable to sit idly by and watch Grindelwald's actions and end up in reincarnation after doing nothing, he had to do something about it.

However, the memory is skewed at this moment, the fanatical man riding behind the mountain monster next to him, and under the pennant fluttering in the distance, is a villain like a stream into the sea.

There was no such a huge crowd in the original book, and the Triwizard Tournament was just a small three-school league, far from being a worldwide event like the Quibese World Cup.

He didn't know that it was his own actions that caused the butterfly effect and caused such a huge storm.

At this moment, on the shores of the Black Lagoon, crowds poured into the stands of the Quedral Stadium from all directions like ant colonies, until the water blocked its entrance.

Hogwarts' ban on apparition has been lifted, and groups of wizards have come to Hogwarts from all over the world with apparitions and accents.

The earth stand was enlarged by magic more than a hundredfold, and countless broomsticks were flying in the sky. The ground was filled with strange wizards dressed in strange costumes, some with snakes wrapped around their necks, some with toads on their heads, toads sticking out their tongues to eat flies, and some waving their wands and making crackling and popping sounds.

Some people dress up luxuriously, while others dress up shabby and vicissitudes. Some people are alone, some people drag their families with their mouths, some people are kind and kind-eyed, and they have no quarrel with the world, and some people are cruel and violent, and their faces are full of flesh......

The people of the three religions and the nine streams are all together.

Hoffa read the news and knew what Grindelwald was thinking, he was going to lure all the wizards to Hogwarts and kill them all. In his words, it was to free them from their dreams.

He knew it was a massacre of madmen, but he didn't have a good idea. Nicol Lemay injected him with more septic drugs than he had ever imagined, and he was no match for Grindelwald right now.

The only thing he can do now is to stop Harry Potter from touching the trophy, as long as Voldemort is not resurrected, Nicol Lemay will not have a resurrection technique to resurrect Chloe, as long as he can delay Chloe's resurrection, he still has time to think of a way.

Knock knock!

Knock knock!!

In the magically expanded stands, I don't know who beat the drum, maybe it was a sacrifice from a certain druidic sect, maybe it was a shaman from some tribe of mountain monsters.

To the beat of the drums, the crowd became frenetic and they began to get together and dance, flicking their hair. In the middle of the Quidal Pitch, dense plants begin to grow wildly, tangling with each other and going upwards, forming a wall of trees and growing into a maze in the blink of an eye.

Knock knock!

The drums grew more and more intense, and a faint mist filled the dense labyrinth, in which unknown beasts roared.

The air currents rolled up again, blowing through the frenzied crowd, and the coldness in it swept away, and it became frenzied and savage, like the emotions wrapped in the crowd.

The frenzy of the wind vanished before it reached the highest stone wall of Hogwarts, and it circled around a tall tower in the center of the castle, breaking through the windows that opened at the top of the tower.

Grindelwald, fully armed, shuddered from the kiss of the current, and he moved his hands holding the Elder's wand. With a thin belt, he tied his white hair behind his head, and his face was expressionless like a stone carving.

"It seems that all the sober people are here. ”

Grindelwald turned to himself, and his back changed to Dumbledore's appearance.

The last rays of sunlight shone into the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Fawkes was jumping restlessly in the branches, and in front of Dumbledore's desk, countless silver glass bottles were densely placed, which carried a cloud of memories up and down the bottles.

He walked out of his office, and a loud shout rang out the window, the voice of Ludo Bagman.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I will invite you to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. ”

Ludo Bagman happily held up the microphone: "Here, I would like to thank Bobbie Jumping Magic Candy, Fengya Wizard Menswear, Light Wheel and Silver Arrow Company for their great support of this event, and of course we are also honored to have the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, Wizengamot Chief Wizard Albus Dumbledore, ...... European Magical Association."

After he shouted the names of people for almost ten minutes, it was not until the audience booed impatiently that he put down the list in his hand and skillfully raised his hand and pointed: "Now, let's invite four warriors into the arena!"

In the lilac twilight, four warriors walked out of the four corners of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the final game of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!" Ludo Bagman said in a loud voice, "I'll report the current score!" Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter - 85 points, tied for first place, Hogwarts School!" The applause and cheers sent the birds of the Forbidden Forest into the dark night sky. "Victor Krum – 80 points, 2nd place, Durmstrang College!" was another round of applause. "Fleur Delacour – 3rd place, Beauxbatons Academy!"

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"Damn, we haven't gone in yet!"

"There isn't enough space!"

"Let one let let one let go. ”

"Is there anyone going to organize?"

Tens of thousands of people blocked in front of the ivory door at the entrance and exploded in a noisy manner, but the sound was quickly suppressed by the applause in the infield.

Hoffa was also in the crowd, which was denser than the New York Stock Exchange in the bull market, and the in-house games had begun, but he didn't even squeeze into the crowd.

But he was prepared, he took a leather bag from his pocket and threw it into the air. The bag flew and rained down gold galleons, not Transfiguration gold galleons, nor fake Irish leprechaun money, but real gold coins taken from Gringotts, the private wealth of his cheap "father".

After knowing that he had gone through 6,000 reincarnations, Hoffa had already seen very openly, most of the things in this world were like dream bubbles, fleeting, if he was destined to go back to the past, then what was the meaning of wealth in this era?

The other wizards didn't have Hoffa's awareness, and the crowd suddenly forgot the fact that they couldn't squeeze into the arena and cheered.

The golden galleon fell like raindrops in the air, and the golden light overflowed, and even Ludo Bagman's eyes drifted over. He looked at the Garon rain in the sky suspiciously, if it wasn't for the fact that he had been cheated by the fake money of the Irish leprechaun once during the Quidditch World Cup, he was afraid that he would rush in and rob it now.

While the sky was full of cheers and scrambles, there were also some people whose eyes were scattered, and God knows whether they were awake or overwhelmed by unconscious dreams.

But Hoffa couldn't take care of it now, taking advantage of the time when others were bending down to grab the golden gallons, he parted the crowd, stepped on their backs, walked like a tightrope, and rushed into the maze of the Triwizard Tournament final without looking back.

In the stands, Grindelwald held a telescope and saw the middle-aged man in the golden rain, and couldn't help but smile coldly: "Stinky boy......"

He put down his binoculars, turned his head sideways, and said to a one-eyed, one-legged man standing beside him, "It's time, let's go and put on a final show for our audience." ”

The one-legged and one-eyed man's palm burst into flames, and he said fiercely, "As you wish, father. ”

With that, he floated up like a meteor, and with black smoke he fell down from the high platform and disappeared into the maze of the Quide Earth arena.

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The ghostly Hoffa made his way to the Quidditch pitch in the Triwizard Tournament final, following the four Warriors into the maze of the final.

Night had now fallen, and the tall hedges cast dark shadows on the path, whether it was because of the height and density of the hedges, or because of magic, and as soon as he entered the labyrinth, the voices of the spectators were inaudible. Silence swallowed him in the blink of an eye, as if falling into the depths of the sea.

Not only that, but due to the extremely lush vegetation, the starlight in the sky is obscured, and it is pitch black in front of you.

"Fluorescent flying. ”

He raised his head and chanted softly.

A silver point of light flew out of his palm, illuminating a small labyrinth that stretched in all directions, full of forks. I don't know where to go.

Looking back again, the labyrinth where I entered was growing and closing at a speed visible to the naked eye, firmly sealing the entrance.

Damn it...

Hoffa thought to himself that if Nicol Lemay hadn't injected himself with septic medicine, he would have been able to turn into a million nightingales and fly in from different intersections to find Harry Potter, and he would definitely find it soon.

But now I only rely on two legs to walk, and the efficiency is inevitably too low.

But complaining is just complaining, he is still choosing a random path at the moment, and he plunged into it with a fierce head.

As soon as I entered the lush jungle labyrinth, I heard the sound of vegetation rapidly growing behind me, and at the same time, the maze in front of me was rapidly branching out into new forks. The whole labyrinth is like a living thing, mysterious and treacherous.

After running for nearly thirty minutes, Hoffa stopped, and he sensed that something was wrong, except for the different shape of the fork in the road, this maze was no different from when he first entered.

He found no trace of Harry Potter or Cedric, let alone the trophy, which made him anxious.

Others don't know, but he knows very well what that trophy is, it is the key to Voldemort's resurrection, if Voldemort is resurrected, the snowball of fate will unstoppably crush him into powder, and what awaits him will be another fifty years.

He couldn't accept it.

Rustle...

The vegetation grows wildly and the vines swim.

The more anxious he became, the labyrinth around him became more and more luxuriant, not only did it become luxuriant, but the vines and branches formed an exaggerated smile in front of him, flashing in front of him, as if silent mockery.

Sensing that he was not in the right place, Hoffa closed his eyes and began to meditate cross-legged.

The heartbeat gradually slows and the breathing gradually stabilizes. The glowing glow in the air faded out, and when he opened his eyes again, his mind was finally freed from his eagerness to prevent Harry from touching the trophy, and the bushes and vines around him had finally stopped growing.

Ding zero Ding zero.

At this moment, a pleasant bell suddenly sounded in the distance.

Accompanied by bells, there is also a very regular sound of pedaling.

Stomp Tread...

That's what kind of heavy object stepped on the ground.

Hoffa couldn't help but stop, and a white male unicorn slowly walked out of the depths of the dark labyrinth, and its body exuded a faint white light, like a walking light bulb, very conspicuous.

Hoffa's eyes widened, he had seen many unicorns, but he had never seen one so spirited.

The unicorn was more than twice as strong as an ordinary unicorn, its silver mane rippled in the air like a clear spring, its four hooves were slender and strong, every muscle on its body was tight and towering, without a trace of fat, and its tail was tied into a neat little braid behind it, on which were hung with agate and jewels.

And on its black, thick horns were tied two bright red ropes, and on the rope hung a bell, which fluttered in the wind, tinkling with an unknown fragrance. Butterflies and unknown colorful birds chirp around its giant horn.

The miraculous male creature walked past Hoffa with his head held high and swaggering, without squinting, without looking at him at all.

Watching its imposing and majestic back disappear into the depths of the labyrinth, it took a while for Hoffa to come back to his senses.

"Huh—"

The appearance of such an animal in the maze made Hoffa puzzled, he knew that there were fried snails and giant spiders in the maze of the finals, but why were there unicorns?

He couldn't figure it out.

After the unicorn disappeared, the labyrinth became dark and quiet again.

But then, Hoffa heard a shuddering gasp in the distance of the labyrinth.

"Ho-ho-ho... Hah...."

Is it a human voice, or a woman's voice. He followed the gasp and saw a tall girl in a white dress leaning against the corner of the jungle maze, clutching her chest and gasping for breath.

Her appearance reminded Hoffa of the old Aglaia, but her eyes were green, her eyebrows were much sharper than Aglaia's, her lips were much thinner, and her overall appearance was much more skinny.

Hofa knew her as Fleur Delacour, a warrior from Beauxbatons, a beautiful girl of the same blood.

"Are you alright?" Hofa approached her, looking like she was about to become constipated, and he tried to help her up. But when I touched her body, I found that her arm was scary.

"It's okay... It's okay..."

She shook her arm away, not caring who was pulling her arm.

"I'm fine... I'm fine..."

She barely stood up, clutched her chest, and walked forward with her legs clamped, in a strange posture.

Hoffa couldn't help but follow her and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory?"

"I... I haven't seen it..."

Fleur Delacour said absentmindedly, holding on to the dark labyrinth, walking forward step by step, gasping for breath as if she had just run a few kilometers.

Seeing that her state was really strange, Huo Fa couldn't help but light up the fluorescent spell again, he was startled as soon as he lit it, only to see the girl's hair in front of her sweaty sticking to her head, her cheeks flushed, so that her neck was also red, she held the vines around her tightly, and did not relax for a moment.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

He quickly grabbed Fleur Delacour, "What's going on?"

Pulled by Hofa, the girl stopped, her unfocused eyes resting on Hofa's face. A second. She looked away and leaned against the vines and hedges:

"Excuse me, do you see a white horse? a very good-looking, very good-looking... White... White horses..."

Fleur Delacour's face flushed and her tone stammered, as if she was trying to suppress something.

Horse?

Hoffa wondered, "Is it a horse or a unicorn?"

"Almost... Anyway... Anyway, white, horns... The horns are huge..."

Fleur gestured with her hand and said with a red face.

Hoffa thought of the unicorn he had just met.

I couldn't help but point with my hand: "Over there." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt that this was wrong, because a strong sense of immediacy told him that it would lead to some kind of bad consequences, but he could not remember what the consequences would be.

The memory was gone, only some hazy feelings remained, it was the remnants of six thousand cycles, he covered his head uncomfortably, and the harder he tried to think about it, the more he couldn't remember.

"Well... Okay, thank you..."

Fleur looked obsessed and walked in the direction that Hoffa was pointing. Halfway through, she remembered something, turned her head, pointed in the opposite direction of the maze, and said indifferently: "Oh... Oh, oh yes, if you're looking for Harry Potter, just head northwest... When I came... I've seen... Met them once... Whew..."

After saying that, she gasped, without looking back, and staggered away towards the depths of the labyrinth, with strange steps.

It took a while for the sense of sight to fade from his mind, and when he looked up again, Fleur was gone. But her words were remembered by Hoffa.

"Northwest..."

He turned around in the hedge, ready to find Harry Potter.

At this time, in the dark night sky, a ball of fire streaked by, followed by a piercing sound of breaking the sky.

He looked back and saw a middle-aged man descending from the sky, pressing his neck and pressing him heavily hundreds of meters away, and they made a deep scratch on the ground, crashing through countless hedges along the way.